on the 3one

last day of january 20-eleven on the 3one.
more so now than i've ever been under the gun.
lookin at the daylight creepin in the blind.
i feel my struggle has finally stepped away from the grind.
here on the final day of the 1st month of the year.
i think where i was last year as i shake off a tear.
it was almost that long ago i went lookin for her.
n as i found here i had to leave her thur.
this next month rollin in will mark a time where i had not.
nor a single tie as i had my very own spot.
lost in a way i remember me givin up.
wonderin after so long wtf.
yet i sit on this glorious day of knowin.
n i feel what i was searchin 4 then as it's growin.
life sometimes gives when one is good n ready.
n i believe this thing is as good as steady.
what a years difference makes when all has failed.
gien in once n given back the air in my sails.
so i comfortably play with the thought of never havin her.
for it didn't look as if she would ever hear my words.